My eldest aunt is the superstitious type, but believable (perhaps just
convincing) enough that taking her stories with a grain of skepticism
generally isn't necessary. She's also a bit hokey, taking time to visit
off-the-wall yard sales, antique stores, and small town shoppes wherever
she may be. Last weekend, on her way home from the Jersey Shore where
she has a small place by the bay, she and her husband stumble upon a
lonely Estate Sale.

They decide to check it out, since it's what she's all about. Not
thinking much of it, her and my uncle follow a small line of people into
an old rancher type house. Poking around, she finds a walk in closet
filled with boxes and boxes of like-new shoes. She gathers a few, and
discovers one of the boxes contains pay-stubs, a lady named "Elizabeth
[Last Name Omitted]" who was employed at a Casino in Atlantic City.
Elizabeth. She tucked the box away back in the closet, picks up six
pairs of shoes she likes along with a few jackets (one of which shes
already wearing at this point) and checks out.

Immediately leaving the Estate Sale, she can't stop thinking about this
lady. Her brain is flooded with the thoughts of this Elizabeth. That
night once back home in PA, she's so distracted by Elizabeth she can't
even fall-asleep. She calls my cousin in the morning to tell the story.
My cousin does some Google-Fu on the name, finds out that the Estate
Sale was indeed for this just recently deceased Elizabeth. Obituary is
on the first page of results, no mentions of cause of death other than a
lengthy illness. Mentions living in the house where the Estate Sale took
place. My aunt tells us she can't even think since Elizabeth is on her
mind. (I should note, that while she's telling my parents and I this
story, shes wearing one of Elizabeths coats, and a pair of Elizabeths
slip-on shoes.)

Monday morning following that Sunday, she returns to work where she
spends her days sorting old paperwork from offices and such that is to
be marked for destruction. They have to account for everything that is
destroyed or something.

While taking to her colleagues about the story, in the middle of a box
of paperwork, all from a single origin, she comes across a single
misplaced page. A lone hospital EKG for a patient named Elizabeth [Same
Last Name], dated exactly two years before death date, from a hospital
in the immediate area of where Elizabeth once lived. She normally
doesn't look at the pages she sorts through, but that name caught her
eye like a flare in the night.

So now she's convinced this lady is trying to communicate with her.

That piece of paper floated around for two years, ended up loose in a
completely unrelated box of paperwork, just to find it's way to my
aunt... who was probably wearing one of her jackets at the time.

This this is all relatively recent, we're curious to see what happens
next.

TL/DR: My aunt went to an estate sale, became unintentionally obsessed
with the lady whose items she bought at the estate sale, just to find a
two year old piece of paper from a hospital record of the same lady who
had just recently died. Hours away, at work.